Dad of the Year
January 31st, 2008 | by M |
An actual conversation I had with The Boy this week:
The Boy: I don’t think I’m going to play football at school anymore.
Me: Why not?
TB: Because this big kid named Lane always tackles me, and it’s touch football.
M: What does the teacher say?
TB: Well, she makes him stop, but he does it again the next day.
M: So you’re only being tackled once a day?
TB: Yeah.
M: When he tackles you, do you have the ball?
TB: Yeah.
M: OK, here’s what you do. The next time you have the ball, and he’s about to tackle you, throw it at him. Hard. Right at his crotch. He’ll beat you up one more time, but then he should stop tackling you.
TB: I’m just going to quit playing.
M: Good idea.
I don’t know if I gave him great advice or shitty advice. There’s probably no middle ground here.
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